Why would you ever tell a girl your real fetish?I've jokingly asked my female friends if I could suck their toes, but I would never ask them if I could watch them eat food, have them sit on my face and go to sleep to the sound of her heart beat and gurgling stomach

I actually had a gf once who thought I had a foot fetish and kept sending me pics of her feet, it really grossed me out I actually find feet totally disgusting but in retrospect it's hilarious considering how much so many footfags here would've loved it.

Idk,that girl was a bit fucked, she was masturbating in class in 8th grade math honors, and the teacher didn't want anything to do with it, and literally just left the room (to contemplate life).It was glorious, 20 students sitting silently after a and her in the back audibly moaningShe couldve been into some crazy shit user.I regret it now, but at the time it seemed logical to decline.

We've been friends since camp I. 3rd grade, so I think so. She is slender and pale with dirty blonde hair. She has always been flat though, but she grew into her frame near the end of high school I doubt her fetish was hand holding thoughShe has literally the same dimensions as me but with (small) boobsI'm annoying black boxer6'1" 120~ lbs

They actually do like confidence. I might be joking about all the rest, but this is fucking true: they dig confident men, even if you can't back it up later. Then you just become a con man, but you already fucked her by then, so who cares?

How did this but fetish come about?I like a good belly stufferBut it is far from my favorite fetishYeah my best friend is literally this incarnate. He has Dex as his dump stat and put every 2 skill points into charisma so he could be a level 20 epic bard.He constantlyhas a girlfriend despite being a douche to most people, having no money and until recently no car

I used to really like and, but all my friends kinda just stopped, for some reason I thought some enjoy it, but it was clever enough admittedly.

And the reason I'm alone proven by my relationship history is that I'm too emotionally distant, and would rather my girlfriend hang out naturally with the rest of my friends, than try to get more alone time together than they deserve early in a relationship.

Yeah, pretty muchNot that I try to be, I just don't care much for drawn out small talk.The girl o had freshman year tho was pretty cool, because she would actually argue with me respectfully, and wasn't retarded.She also humourous that you posted that pic the reason I stopped being an unnecessarily militant athirst, and stopped bringing it up.I wish I could make it not sound edgy, but it's the honest truth

Whatever it is, I'm sure it pales in comparison to what even the most basic of girls have as fetishes, which usually include:getting rapedseducing her fathergetting raped by her fatherroleplaying as a middle schooler and seducing a married male teachergetting raped by her brothergetting raped by niggersgetting raped by a dogseducing a middle school-age girl and bringing her to her rapist and watching her get rapedbeing a cuckquean (note: only about 0.01% of girls like the cuckold fetish, but close to 30% of them like cuckqueaning)being forced into prostitution by niggersbeing murdered in a snuff film

I want to domesticate and selectively breed a leech so that it loses its jaw and becomes capable of engulfing and stimulating a penis to ejaculation for nutrition, thereby becoming incapable of surviving in the wild. I wonder if it is possible.

Idk,that girl was a bit fucked, she was masturbating in class in 8th grade math honors, and the teacher didn't want anything to do with it, and literally just left the room (to contemplate life).It was glorious, 20 students sitting silently after a and her in the back audibly moaningShe couldve been into some crazy shit user.I regret it now, but at the time it seemed logical to decline.

Yes, I mean eliminating the hematophagy and creating a seminophage species. My fantasy goes further and imagines a creature that has been freed from its food chain much like canines and has become large and heavy for a leech, with a well developed erotic nervous system and which enjoys my bodily warmth. I also imagine that when fertilized, the leech would extend a larvipositor deep into my genitalia and release ova into me to mature and be orgasmically birthed.

Okay so there’s this giant centipede or prawn, or a cross between the two, crawling into me head first, my legs being really wide apart to accommodate him. As he crawls into me, his thousands of fuzzy legs fall off onto the sheets around me. He tickles and excites me as he undulates and wiggles from side to side getting further and further in, and he becomes drenched with my nectar, which he licks up and is strengthened by. He goes on up and up. This all takes hours as he is ten thousand feet long, but I like every inch of it. The next morning, happily exhausted, I begin the ritual of carefully gathering up the thousands of orange fuzzy legs that surround me, and take them in a wicker basket to the kitchen. There I dump them into my blue enamel jam making pot, and add sugar, orange peel, lemon, nutmeg, banana peel scrapings, and a bit of hash when available (very optional). At the hard-ball, or so-called crack stage of cooling, I pour the orange mass into penis-shaped molds (can be bought in your nearest sex shop), and allow them to cool and harden. To be sucked later when desired, but I usually give mine away to my friends, as the penis-shaped mold itself is far more satisfying and I share him with no one. You’d be surprised how many of my friends drop by for their sucks.

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